言の葉ひらひら - Wordy Leaves Dancing

「はじめに言葉があった」
"In the beginning was the Word."

Now and Then

2006-04-03 | leaves on POETRY


Used to be so thankful then
Taking it for granted now

Used to be so tickled then
Feeling so discontent now

Used to be delighted then
Feeling obligated now

Used to be an anchor then
Feeling like a burden now

Used to be so natural then
Claiming them as my rights now

What’s between now and then
Was not simply a linear path

Once stitch a day I knit
My feelings may be a rope to bind
Or it can become a cape to warm
Depending on me

Used to take it for granted then
Cherishing it dearly now

Used to be discontent then
Feeling more than grateful now

Used to feel obligated then
Feeling truly honored now

Used to be a burden then
Taking it as a blessing now

Used to claim my rights then
Seeing that as arrogance now

What’s between now and then
Is not simply impractical

Void, inherited

2006-02-20 | leaves on POETRY
As I was reading Hachiko & Boboru's Diary on “Man-shaped void”, I thought of poems I wrote about 9 years ago. (Reading them now, they sound more like monology rather than poems....) I wonder, are those voids inherited within us from ages and ages ago?

Void, inherited

Why was a man made so that
He felt lonesome in solitude?
He had God all to himself.
He had the garden all to himself.
Why was he lonely still?
Something is missing,
The void he sensed
Must be inherited within us all.


Void, inherited II

Somehow a man is made so that
He still feels lonesome with company
Or with the most beloved one.
The soul wanders alone to seek
Communion with God within himself.
Fearful of having that void again
By losing his beloved woman,
Adam caused a greater void.
The desire to commune with God face to face
Turns our hearts to heaven so.
Something is lost,
The void he endured
Must be inherited within us all.

Blaise Pascal, who was a mathematician and a Christian, recognized two voids saying, “It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.” (Pensees 81)

A famous Japanese Christian author Ayako Miura wrote a Tanka (short poem) like this one.
“Spending an evening with my husband, I'm still feeling lonesome. Several Scriptures are visiting my mind.”
Then she explained it. “This loneliness, shall I call it spiritual hunger or part of human nature.... This does not indicate a human relationship problem, but the loneliness felt between God and man. It is important for human beings to experience this solitude.” This is about God-shaped void.

Moreover, Saneatsu Musyanokoji (Japaense author) speaks to us in a short chapter called “Small loneliness” filled with pearls of wisdom. “Longing for something. But it's quiet and faint. Seeking for something. But I don't even know what I'm seeking for. Yet this loneliness makes a man sober. Quiet. Makes a man seek for something honestly. It's humbling. So I cherish such loneliness as something pure. I don't want to disregard it. It's clean aspiration.” I want to learn to cherish solitude so.

This weekend, I happened to be discussing with my Christian friend about what causes people to seek after God. She said, “When people have worries or feel as though they're missing something, then they look for God.” So I responded, “But we should be after God even without problems or lack of something.” Then I was dismayed realizing that “reliance on God in the time of trouble” was the norm in my spiritual walk! It is kind of selfish, but there's no reason to hesitate seeking for God when you're really thirsty. What He actually wants us to do in thirst is to seek Him. So those two voids within us are a gift, for us to appreciate the connection with God and others more deeply, as we are still somewhere in between the Garden of Eden and our heavenly home.

The Gardener and a Tree

2006-01-17 | leaves on POETRY


I wrote this poem for my poetry class's assignment - a ballad poem.
Hope you'll enjoy it!

"He gives and takes away. Blessed be His name" indeed...

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The Gardener and a Tree


The Gardener looked around and said,
Here, I'll plant My tree.
He broke the ground with His own hands,
For the tree He wanted to see.

A sapling grew up, twigs came out
By His care it grew.
Branches spread, leaves increased,
But top to root He knew.

The Gardener saw the tree and said,
It's time to prune My tree.
Which branch shall I clip, He said,
And will the tree agree?

The Gardener saw the tree and said,
It's time to thin the fruit.
Which fruit shall I pluck, He said,
And will the tree dispute?

Then, the tree looked up and said,
Gardner, let me speak
I can hardly understand
Your mind or Your technique.

Why did You prune that branch then?
How strong it might have been!
Why did You pluck that fruit then?
How sweet it might have been!

Then the Gardner smiled and said,
Listen, My dear tree.
Why not treasure what you have?
You are blessed and free.

Branches ungrown can't bear a fruit
Nor can they reach the sky.
Fruits unborn can't give you seed
Nor can they supply.

Branches pruned were never lost
But growing on within.
Fruits plucked were never lost
But nourishing within.

The Gardener saw the tree and said,
Here, I've grown My tree.
Cares I took with My own hands,
It's the tree as I wanted it to be.